Summary:
It has been over a thousand years since Juliet Ambrosia had last seen her one true love; then again if it weren't for him, she wouldn't be the monster she was made to be. Nevertheless, once news reached her ears that vampires were at war – fighting to kill one of the Original Vampires so their sire line could rule, Juliet decided it was time to reveal her existence to protect her sire line; Klaus. Secrets come to light and a love reignites but will it last long?
Disclaimer:
I do not own any character from CW's The Original, nor the story line of vampires fighting for 'strongest sire line'. I do however own Juliet Ambrosia and any plot that involves her. Please have respect and do not, under any circumstance, take or plagiarize my work for I have worked hard to write this fanfiction.
Dead Angels pt. 1
Receiving the news in which Davina Claire was recruited into the Stryx was unfortunately news to Juliet Ambrosia. When Marcel revealed that fact, Juliet was caught off guard but majestically covered it up with her quick wit and persuasive tongue, reciting some kind of statement about how they needed the young girl; reality was far from the truth. Aya had originally given that suggestion to Tristan while he was still part of the Stryx and the man had forwarded it to Juliet who turned down the suggestion within a second. Davina Claire was not to be touched nor bothered with what they were doing for reasons no one knew. Not a soul on earth knew Juliet's history with the Claire lineage and the promise Juliet made to protect them; Marcel arriving to Davina's rescue was no coincidence during the Harvest Girl sacrifice.
With her anger high and her thirst higher, Juliet raced to the Davilla Estate where she knew she'd find Aya. Walking into the area, Juliet's eyes narrowed as she spotted Aya, the woman's back turned toward Juliet. As quiet as she could be, Juliet vamp-sped to where Aya was standing only to be greeted by nothing but air. "I figured you'd be coming for me soon." Juliet turned around, her eyes changing to their vampire red blood color, the veins pulsating with blood underneath her skin. "Seems like your little lap dog is more faithful to you than he is this organization."
"I am the organization; a little fact you've never been able to accept," Juliet taunted, her back straightening as she took a few steps toward the other woman. "Maybe it's about time I helped you come to terms with it."
"The organization belongs to all of us."
"That's why there's a hierarchy, right? One where you are not at the top to make or demand orders. So who exactly told you to recruit Davina Claire into our legion of witches? Are the ones we have not good enough? Am I not good enough?" Aya rolled her eyes which only forced Juliet's anger to increase to the point where their surroundings began to shake. "I don't appreciate the attitude from you, nor do I appreciate the disloyalty." In a swift movement, Juliet sped toward Aya, wrapping her manicured fingers around her neck, slamming her against the wall. Holding the woman above her head, Juliet's teeth began to extend, showing her true form. Her hybrid witch side caused Juliet to have multiple fangs; similar to Klaus's fangs.
Before Juliet could sink her teeth into the other woman's jugular, she began to feel a pain within her body – like her blood was boiling. As the pain increased, her power began to dissipate; she dropped Aya as Juliet turned around to see Davina's arm extended toward her, her lips silently moving as the girl chanted a spell causing Juliet's blood to boil. Throwing her own arm up, Juliet counteracted the spell, deflecting it away from her.
"Who the hell are you?" Davina asked, her brows furrowed.
"Juliet Ambrosia," the woman introduced as it was the first time she had ever been face to face with the Claire witch. Davina recognized the name – obviously seen as her face softened and scrunched in confusion.
"I've heard that name before," Davina mentioned, taking a step forward. "My grandmother told me about a witch who swore to protect my family after one of my ancestors saved her from something."
"That's me."
"A lot of good you did when I was about to be sacrificed for the Harvest," Davina spat, her anger obvious.
"Who do you think sent Marcel Gerard to save you?" Instantly, Davina's face softened, her eyes wide with realization and her mouth propped open slightly. "I personally wasn't able to come to your rescue at the time so I had Marcel do it. You're welcome." She was tired of talking and not ripping Aya's head off. Turning to her feet, Juliet looked down to where Aya had been previously and realized the woman had moved. Turning, Juliet spotted Aya with Davina, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
"Davina here happily offered her services to the Stryx," Aya began, putting a hand on Davina's shoulder. "No one forced her to join us; she did it on her own accord." Davina stared at Juliet, a brow raised as Juliet stared back, afraid of what joining the Stryx might do to the young woman. "Now, let's get to business." Aya turned and began making her way through the corridor, Juliet and Davina following closely behind. Juliet watched intently as they maneuvered around the Estate, making sure there were no traps to get caught in set up by Aya. Rounding the corner, the room showed a large makeshift pool with a deceased individual lying on the floor beside it, her blonde hair soaked with blood. Stopping dead in her tracks, Davina gapped at the dead Ariane, her feet quickly scrambling to rush over to the body.
"What happened to her?" the young girl asked, upset.
"This is what befalls anyone who bargains with Elijah Mikaelson." Juliet's gaze quickly snapped to Aya, her eyes narrowing to slits. "Ariane discovered the weapon that can kill an Original. And since Elijah would never allow anyone to possess so deadly a secret…" Aya didn't need to finish her sentence; Davina knew where she was headed toward. With her eyes filling with tears at her fallen friend, Davina shook her head. "He killed her." Sadly, Davina brushed a lock of blonde hair from her deceased friend.
"She was nice to me," Davina whispered, causing Juliet to roll her eyes.
"Then perhaps you won't mind spending a little more time together." Suddenly, the rest of the Stryx Sisters filed into the room two at a time, each wearing the same dark black cloak with the hood over their hair. Davina stood and watched as the rest of her new coven surrounded them. "You and the others will channel her, search her mind and find the weapon." A black haired witch nodded at Aya's words and the Sisters all kneeled around Arian's body; Davina looked appalled by the request.
"That's a little disrespectful to the dead, don't you think? Not to mention dangerous. If Elijah finds out…"
"Davina," Juliet intercepted the conversation, causing all eyes – including the Sisters – to fall on her. "It is disrespectful and it is dangerous, but with my history with your lineage, do you think I'd allow anything to happen to you." Aya furrowed her brows at the older vampire, confused by her sudden change of opinion but thankful for it. "With knowledge of the weapon we have an upper hand, and if we can locate it, then we'll definitely have the upper hand that we need. Ariane is the only one that can tell us what it is and possibly where. With that information, the Mikaelson's will have to back down." She didn't know what she was doing at this point, it seemed whenever something swings out to left field, Juliet is left to construe something out of thin air in order for her plan to redirect to where it needs to go. Recruiting Davina was never in the outline, but with Aya unpredictable as well as the Mikaelson's, Juliet needed to stay on her toes. I need to get Aya out of the picture, Juliet mentally noted, looking to the woman. "I'll take care of this. You are dismissed."
"If you think …" Aya began but was quickly stopped by Juliet's raised hand, a spell forcing her back into the corridor, slamming into the wall.
"You are dismissed." Aya briefly narrowed her almond shaped eyes at the older vampire before ultimately giving up. The woman knew she was no match against Juliet especially with her kept powers, but Aya made a mental note to find some way of disconnecting Juliet from the Ancestors in order to initiate her extinction. But until then, Aya swiftly spun on her high heel and stomped her way out from the Estate, being met with Marcel Gerard once she reached the sunny day.
With Juliet and Davina, the younger witch looked up to her protector. It was strange to see what her grandmother had described as an 'angel hidden in the devil's clothing' standing in front of her. Juliet didn't seem like someone who fit that description but then again, Davina really didn't know anything about the woman. Tales were told about how Juliet had sworn to protect her family's linage for as long as she lived; other tales followed of when Claire members faced death but miraculously escaped by the skin of their teeth. Avoided stake burnings, public hangings, car wrecks and even random acts of violence – they all lived long enough to face Death and wave a smiling goodbye while they continued to live their long and fulfilled lives.
"What did my family do for you that you gave your life to make sure the rest of us are safe?" the younger witch asked, her arms lazily crossing against her chest. Juliet smiled at her question, knowing it would eventually come up in conversation. Taking in a deep breath, the woman began.
"Vervain, as you know, is one of the unfortunate weaknesses that vampires have. And as I am half vampire, vervain does affect me. A herd of villagers back in the sixteen hundreds had realized what I was and dosed me with it, rendering me defenseless. They kept me hostage for about a month before anyone really realized the 'village's wench' was missing. It was one of your ancestors who helped me out of that dreadful situation and because of that, I vowed to her that I will forever protect her linage for as long as I exist." As Juliet spoke in detail about her misfortunes centuries ago, Davina listened intently, ping-ponging back and forth whether she should believe the vampire or not. Her family had spoken very highly about the legendary vampire/witch hybrid, and even held a day honoring her. But Davina had always been skeptical about such a creature. "Which is why anything you decide to do, I will support you and can assure you that you will be safe."
With her words, Davina looked around her seeing the Stryx witches looking up to her, waiting for Davina to make her choice in either joining them in finding the device to use against the Mikaelson's or not. During her anonymous reign, Juliet had assigned one of her own to watch over the Claire family, reporting back everything and anything they see which could lead to a potentially issue. Davina was the only Claire member who had needed to be in the full care of an Ambrosia Associate but Juliet was willing to do what it took to keep the young girl safe; and so did Marcel. Which was why hearing his voice outside of the Estate didn't surprise Juliet; his argument with Aya causing the woman to smirk.
"I think I'm gonna stay," Davina informed Juliet, her voice stern as if she was not going to take 'no' for an answer. Giving the girl a small nod, Juliet looked toward the Sister Witches and glared at them – a warning that if anything happened to Davina, they'd have to answer to her.
"I won't be far," Juliet informed the young girl before heading through the corridors which led toward the outside. Almost immediately Davina began inquiring what their next move should be. This caused Juliet to smile as the sun welcomed her with its warm rays; Marcel welcoming her with a glare. "Marcel, my dear. What a pleasant surprise," she taunted, flashing a sarcastic smile toward both the man and Aya.
"Why am I not surprised to see you?" Marcel groaned, his eyes rolling. "I thought you told me you were going to handle this?"
"I am handling this. I can't believe I'm saying this but; Aya is right. Having Davina on our side is the absolute best thing at this point to ensure our survival."
"Is this all that this is about? Our survival?" Juliet gave Marcel a look. "What about keeping those you care about safe?"
"Have I ever steered you to a point where you can't trust me?" Marcel looked away for a brief moment before glancing back at Juliet, her expression stern. "Davina will be safe; no one will get to her."
After escorting Marcel back to his loft, explaining in detail what her plan was, Juliet returned to the Mikaelson Compound. Heels clicking against the cement, Juliet listened for voices in the home and found Elijah and Hayley speaking in his study. Raising a brow to the conversation, the woman began making her way toward the study; quickly coming up with a way to get Hayley even more infuriated with the Mikaelson family. If all went according to plan, Hayley would pursue what Juliet assumed would be revenge against the Stryx; an organization which she was tired of being associated with. With each step she took up the staircase, Juliet came up with multiple reasons as to why she would rather vanquish all the members to continue on her existence on earth without that responsibility. The plan she had cooking up would surely ensure such ideas.
Rounding the corner, Juliet glanced inside the study as Elijah pulled out an ornately carved wooden scroll cover out of a desk drawer. Catching his eye, Elijah looked up to Juliet, surprised by her appearance. However, Juliet's attention was pulled to the scroll; an item she had been searching centuries for. Now knowing Elijah held possession of the artifact, Juliet knew her plan was going to work and smirked at the thought of it.
"To answer your question Hayley, Elijah and Aya have history," Juliet answered, her attention finally being pulled from the script over to the woman. Elijah, embarrassed by the truth, cleared his throat while avoiding eye contact with the mother.
"You and her had a thing?" Hayley asked, her arms folded tightly against her chest.
"He obviously has a type; passionate, fearless; an outcast," Juliet continued, her legs taking her further into the room.
"I invited her to join a … rather elite company. I determined she was perfectly tailored to bear the responsibility of an immortal life." With a pause, Elijah sighed. "I made her like me."
Hayley nodded in understanding. "She was one of the first Stryx members."
"We cared for one another deeply." As the man continued speaking about his previous relationship with Aya, Juliet couldn't help but roll her eyes in disgust. Hearing about his emotions for other women were just as bad as watching him fawn over them; especially when it came to Aya. Juliet had loathed Aya even before Elijah decided to turn her into a vampire. There had been something about the woman that Juliet just did not like. "Together, we created a fellowship unburdened by the limitations of man. It was the pursuit of a glorious new world." Elijah sighed. "Then Father…"
Juliet's brow rose at the memory. It was one she remembered well as it was her who directed Mikael to his children that evening. Accompanied by men Juliet had turned for the purpose of building an army for the Eldest Vampire, the woman watched the mayhem take place from afar; taking witness as the army of vampires ripped and burned the village apart.
"Led by the unquenchable desire to slay his children, Mikael descended, accompanied by a small army. He lay to waste everything that I build. So…we had no choice but to run."
"And Aya refused to follow a coward so she stayed where Tristan found her and rescued her like the dog that she is," Juliet finished for Elijah, bored of the conversation.
"And in time," Elijah continued harshly, sending a glare toward Juliet. "Beneath his corrupted guidance, they made the Stryx what they are today; a hive of depraved and ignorant savages." Once again the woman rolled her eyes but was, however, relieved to know Elijah knew nothing of her own hand in the organization.
"And she's never forgiven you for leaving her," Juliet concluded, folding her arms. "Seems like a pattern, doesn't it?"
Ignoring her remark, Elijah leaned against the ledge of his desk, looking down toward the scroll in his hands with a sad expression. "I'm not entirely certain I've ever forgiven myself," he spoke softly, his eyes finding Juliet's. Unbeknownst to Juliet, Elijah had meant his statement for both women; Aya and herself. In his millennia of existence there were very little regrets the man held; a trait one learns after existing for so long. They stared for another brief moment before Hayley spoke up, breaking their gaze.
"Well, given all that…how exactly do you plan on keeping her distracted?" Hayley asked with a sigh. Elijah held up the scroll before he turned to leave.
"With a little salt in an old wound." Without another word, the man left the women behind, both watching as he scurried off to find Aya. Juliet raised a brow, her lips puckered, as Hayley groaned and went to walk out from the room.
"I don't know if I can do this anymore," Hayley whispered as she rounded the corner, making her way to her own room.
Author's Note:
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